i realise i've already had several posts with similar titles. but yes. i'm sure you can understand why..
here's a video that i took on a particularly boring night in my flat. really, you don't have to watch it. it's meaningless and.. well. boring. :P i'm mostly uploading it to relieve my boredom.
i've been feeling really ill over the past couple of days.. had a fever, a cough and a bad throat. but hey, what do you expect when you come from a country that averages 30 degrees celsius to one that currently averages.. what? two degrees? the lake froze over that day. i was highly tempted to step onto it after seeing a whole gaggle of geese traipsing their way across the surface. but, naturally, i wasn't THAT feverish.
i'm rambling, really, because i can't seem to focus on one thing long enough to think. i keep getting slightly woozy. bother.
yesterday: the fateful day of the arsenal-manchester united match..
it was utterly and completely brilliant!! after enduring matt's impassioned complaints that we didn't watch the chelsea-liverpool match, we traipsed off to the deramore arms to catch the match, along with about sixty other half-crazed, mostly drunk football fans. most of which were united fans, sadly enough. [makes a face]
imagine. sixty people squeezed into a tiny little pub with three television screens, all showing sky sports super sunday. it was utterly fantastic. adrenaline was pumping, mucho screaming, gloating, and from the more fanatical [or drunk] cussing and crying. i've never been one for watching matches in a large group.. but ohhh man, this was fun. especially considering of the four friends i had that were there with me, one was a liverpool fan, one only watches the la liga, and the other two were manchester united supporters.
after clearly disproving that i loved arsenal purely for the eyecandy by listing out their first team, we watched the first half as rooney's nearly amazing shot got neatly deflected by lehmann, several half-hearted and rather pathetic attempts at the goal got made by rosicky, and all round screams and hair-tugging began.
in the second half, things got a lot more exciting. [especially since we moved towards a bigger screen :p] i'd have to admit that one player that particularly impressed me was evra.. never gave up, that man. even though he was clearly playing for the wrong side. :P the manchester united goal wasn't too bad. [grudgingly] but somehow i KNEW, i KNEWWWWW that we would make a comeback.
and then they brought on van persie, recovering from his injury. [i honestly wasn't expecting him to be able to play.]
a little backstory: robin van persie is one of my most loved arsenal players EVER. henry still ranks pretty high up on the list, but he tends to get a little too cocky for my tastes. [and the diving yesterday. -shakes head- gad.] the only reason why i watched the netherlands during the world cup was for van persie. he's a solid forward, and ever since he made his first arsenal appearance in august 2004, when we WON the match against manchester united, i have been an undying supporter.
so of course, when they brought on van persie, i let out a little shriek of joy. matt was rather astounded, because during half time, we had been talking about my undying affection for van persie.. and.. he comes out shortly after the second half begins. HA. i turn to matt and i go, "van persie will do something." craig shakes his head, matt laughs at me, and i cross my fingers, hoping against hope that he would do something.
and he DID. amazing. :)
you can imagine just how loudly and unstoppingly i screamed when that first goal was scored. the match goes on, and i turn around and say to my friends again: "they're gonna win." everyone scoffs. and then henry pulls that last minute goal.
see. i AM psychic.
best day EVER.
neh, not really.
but in all seriousness, van persie is my hero. broken metatarsal or not.
my relationship with my adorable little rat of a sister is fairly.. odd, i just realised.
I LOVE WATER! MATT WATTS IS HOT, KENNY IS CUTE AND TOM IS GREAT! says: i hate you! you suck I LOVE WATER! MATT WATTS IS HOT, KENNY IS CUTE AND TOM IS GREAT! says: suck suck SUCK -jo- has slept too much. [ootgr] says: haha. YOU suck too! but i love you! I LOVE WATER! MATT WATTS IS HOT, KENNY IS CUTE AND TOM IS GREAT! says: i HATE you
haha.. such an angsty little teenager. which reminds me. in exactly two hundred and eight days, i will cease to be a teenager.
i am on a coffee hiiiiiiigh at the moment. lots and lots of caffeine. very good for you. la-dee-la-dee-la!! [spins about dizzily]
i have realised that no matter how angry, frustrated, and close to murder you make yourself, these emotions are eventually.. meaningless.
think about it. you spend a whole half-day picturing the scene from jpthree where the tyrannosaurus rex's neck gets snapped by the spinosaurus, imagining substituted heads with necks that snap as easily as the veriest twigs, and basically indulge yourself in violent imaginings of the most brutal nature. you then sit down, and you eat lovely, fresh-baked jam-filled croissants, gulp down at least five cups of cappuccino, and you realise.. what on earth is the point? you get yourself riled up, exasperated to the point of hair-pulling, so upset you're close to tears, and in the end, what does it matter? time passes, you forget, and you're back to square one.
so what on earth is the point? better just to be.. zen. you know. c'est la vie. que sera sera. all that mambo-jambo.
a huge double-dosage of serenity and firefly helps to calm the soul somewhat, despite all the rabid killing and space chases and unexpected deaths of main characters. [i swear i almost cried when it happened. after being completely stunned and going "what just happened?" repeatedly for about five minutes.] one of the best sci-fi movies i've seen in a looooooooong time. of course, star wars will always and forever remain right at the top of my list, but this is coming pretty darned close. and it definitely surpasses the star wars prequels. -snorts in derision-
imagine this: a world many years into the future, where earth's population has burgeoned so much so that the earth can no longer sustain us. new planets and systems are rooted out and conditioned for human habitation, and the superpowers of the world [a frighteningly probable prediction, actually], namely the USA and China, form the Alliance, the government that essentially runs the universe. of course, with all forms of tyranny and fascism comes rebellion, and the Independence is formed-- people who want to break free from the control of a government who tries to brainwash their people. a war ensues, one that renders almost all of the Independence dead, and the universe is again taken over by the Alliance.
now imagine a sergeant for the Independence, one who has been through the entirety of the war, now carrying his dashed dreams and his stoic, silent war buddy, Zoe, with him across the universe in a ship [codename: firefly] named Serenity, basically acting as a professional thief for fences across the galaxy, evading the Alliance at every turn. add a crew made out of a jovial, optimistic pilot, a redneck ruffian, an ever-cheerful, happy-go-lucky female mechanic, a pastor [who's not quite what he seems], a renowned courtesan, a brilliant fugitive doctor, and his creepy psychic sister on the run from the Alliance... and you've got an amazing series.
i am completely and utterly addicted. i can't believe singapore missed out on this one.
wash: "everything looks good from here.." (stops piloting and starts playing with plastic dinosaurs over his console.) "yes, yes. this is a fertile land, and we will thrive." (as stegosaurus) "we will rule over this land, and we will call it... 'this land.'" (as t-rex) "i think we should call it... your grave!" (as stegosaurus) "ah, curse your sudden and inevitable betrayal!" (as t-rex) "ha ha HA! mine is an evil laugh! now die!" zoe: "proximity alert. must be coming up on something." wash: (alarmed) "oh my god. what can it be? we're all doomed! who's flying this thing?!" (deadpan) "oh right, that would be me. back to work!"
haha. i love this show. :)
mal: (wounded very badly) "we're not gonna die. we can't die. you know why? because we are so.. very.. pretty. we are just too pretty for God to let us die."
when you just feel like curling up in a corner and wasting away?
haha. emo, i know, and completely not me; but either i'm going through a period of severe singapore-withdrawal or i'm just bogged down by exam stress or whatever-- but for days now, all i've felt like doing is curling up in a corner and watch life pass me by.
the exams were a period of mixed feelings-- gladness, relief, frustration, and eventually, resignation. the sociolinguistics exam was particularly defeating, i think. all i remember from that exam is coming out and thinking, "that was a complete and utter waste of my time." phonetics and syntax were loads better. well, there you go, my specialisations picked out for me by process of elimination.
speaking of mixed. -shakes head in frustration, not knowing quite what to say-
this is why i say i'm going insane.
i've got no FOOD food barring one quarter of a packet of frozen mince beef and one eighth of a packet of chicken bits lying somewhere in my freezer, so i've resorted to rationing and only eating lunch. of course, these lunches are HUGE, so no worries about me physically wasting away-- i'm not that psychotic. or disciplined.
all my flatmates have noticed my ridiculous moods; matt keeps asking me, "are you alright?", charly keeps patting me on the head and saying, "feel better?", craig just gives me very concerned looks, and everyone else just gives me a wide berth. haha. it's understandable. i am a bit of a monster nowadays. -grins- we celebrated the end of exams [and actually, we celebrate the same way everyday] by watching 'finding nemo' and playing some ridiculous japanese game on matt's wii. cheered me up a lot; even though it's probably quite sad that i'm still reliant on video games to give me joy. -sheepish smile-
i miss choir.. and i'm so thankful for the people who keep updating me.. :) even though i think it's become an addiction i might have to wean myself off while i'm over here.. but. i'm glad. and i'm praying for them, every single one.
it's probably not a good thing; at least, not on the eve of an exam and the same day you happen to return to the united kingdom.
the constant drizzle outside exacerbates the process; the dreariness makes one see the negativity in everything.
talking to limmy sobers me. it's bizarre, that way, considering i merely ramble and she listens. but it helps me come to my own conclusions.
and sometimes knowing too much about yourself and your inadequacies make you just that little bit sadder.
there's something about my life that needs to be changed. i haven't figured it out quite what it is, yet. but i feel it, more so tonight than any other night in, perhaps, the past year.
quite the most frighteningly effective, or effectively frightening enabler i know. :)
... the never-ending road to calvary!! [garbles happily at valjean's distinctly reachable notes]
i really think i should just retire from singing girls parts and move on to less challenging and usually more enjoyable male parts. :P
my sudden outburst of "ONE DAY MORE!!!" isn't completely due to my schizophrenia; have no fear. i am, in fact, leaving singapore in a matter of a day, and strangely, my christmas holidays seem to have passed so fast that i can't even remember what i spent all my time on.
i certainly didn't STUDY, as i ought to have.
it just seems like yesterday [cliches abound!] when i flew the necessary but gruelling thirteen hours back to singapore; and now i've got to fly off again. eminently unfair, in my opinion. but i have to say that this christmas break for me really symbolised everything i have to be thankful and joyful about back home in singapore.
i got to spend time with my family, making sure they hadn't forgotten my existence; i got to spend time [however miniscule that fraction of a second was.. :p] with my best friend, the still beautiful judith yee; i got to spend time with people i hadn't seen in a LONG TIME [well, person.], my old friend qing, even if it were only for a few minutes; i got to spend time with ernest, even though that evidently wasn't enough time for his liking; and i'm going to see nartz in a few moments, so that's another important person to see struck off my list! :)
but i'd have to say, the highlight of my return, and to be honest, my life in singapore, would have to still be THE choir. [yes, yes, i can hear the groans now. but bear with me.] truly, my christmas holidays were given such meaning because of the time i shared with them; with everyone. carolling was, for me, so fulfilling, and intensely addictive. and with the music comes the people, that part of the choir experience that i really treasure beyond belief. seeing stefff again was just great, and well, i've missed everyone so entirely that coming back, being able to be around people who GET me, who understand so intrinsically how i feel, was just.. the quick, life-saving gasp of air that you take in as you break through the surface of the water, before you dive in for another long stroke. okay, bad analogies and choking sentimentality aside, i've missed my friends. and it's really nice to have something so precious to come home to. :) ANYWAY, an alarming piece of news: geoffrey ho allowed me to CUT HIS HAIR yesterday!! haha.. i can almost SEE your reactions as i type this. but in complete truth, he did. and even though, according to bong, i'm too scared and unadventurous in cutting his hair, i'm still amazed by the faith he showed in me. despite ernest's tauntings and "have you seen her barbie dolls?", he still let me do it! and even though it doesn't look much different and it'd probably grow out in a matter of days, it was still an experience, nonetheless. :) a little photo sample.
alright, i'm late to meet natasha, so.. [breaks out into song!]
... one more DAAAAWWWWWN, one more DAAAAAAAYYY, ONEEEEE DAAAAAAY MOOOOOOORREEEEEE!!!!
